Chapter 44:
– Valerie –
Narcissa and I strolled casually through the bustling streets of London. I kept my arms looped tightly around one of hers, holding it close enough that her soft skin pressed gently between my breasts. I grinned at the faint blush coloring Narcissa's elegant cheeks—it was adorable how easily I could still fluster her, despite everything we'd done this morning in the bathtub.
It was impossible not to notice the attention we drew as we walked. Men and women alike openly stared at us, eyes roaming appreciatively over Narcissa's sophisticated beauty and my own confident strut.
Their lingering gazes were flattering—at least until a few guys leaning against a street corner decided to ruin the moment.
"Look at those sluts! Hot damn!"
"Fancy some real company tonight, ladies? Plenty to go around!"
Narcissa's body immediately stiffened next to me. I glanced sideways and saw her eyes flash dangerously, her free hand already reaching instinctively toward the hidden pocket of her stylish coat, where I knew she kept her wand.
Before she could pull it out and curse someone in broad daylight, I tightened my hold on her arm gently and leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
"Just ignore those idiots," I said softly, giggling as I felt the tension slowly fade from her body. "They're jealous because I'm out here with the most gorgeous MILF in London, and they've got nothing but their hands."
Narcissa let out a soft sigh at my teasing remark, shaking her head gently. "Valerie, honestly… must you use that ridiculous term?" Despite her playful reprimand, I could hear the slight amusement and flattery beneath her exasperation.
"What? You don't like being called a MILF?" I protested innocently, batting my eyes playfully at her. "It's completely accurate, though, isn't it?" I grinned at her.
"Maybe so…" Narcissa murmured, her elegant cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink as she smiled reluctantly, trying not to laugh.
I laughed freely at her reaction, delighted by how adorable Narcissa could still be beneath her poised and mature facade. My attention was quickly stolen away, though, when something caught my eye from across the street.
"Ooh! Narcissa, look at that!"
I tugged excitedly on her arm, guiding her attention toward a lingerie boutique directly opposite us. It was a high-end lingerie shop, its window displaying several mannequins dressed in lacy, provocative pieces.
Narcissa's blue eyes widened noticeably as she took in the window display. I saw her pupils dilate subtly, her lips parting ever so slightly in silent appreciation.
Smirking mischievously, I leaned in again, pressing my lips close to her ear. "How about we head inside?" I murmured seductively, lowering my voice. "You can pick out absolutely anything you'd like, and I'll try it on. Just for you."
She swallowed visibly, her breath hitching as she stared at me with wide, surprised eyes. Then a sultry smile slowly curved across her lips, any lingering embarrassment quickly replaced by unmistakable excitement.
"Well then," she purred softly, squeezing my arm firmly against her side. Without another word, Narcissa confidently took the lead, guiding me eagerly across the street toward the boutique, ignoring the admiring stares and jealous glances that followed us all the way inside.
– Rose –
Rose Potter cursed loudly, throwing herself behind a heavy oak cabinet as a burst of bullets tore through the ornate room. Splinters of polished wood exploded around her, stinging her cheeks and arms. She covered her head instinctively, breathing sharply as the staccato crack of automatic gunfire echoed through the corridor.
"Fucking hell," she muttered angrily, heart pounding as she tightened her grip on her wand. Peeking cautiously from her cover, Rose glimpsed several Hellsing soldiers crouched behind overturned tables and cabinets, returning fire at the advancing undead enemy.
It was absolute chaos—an all-out assault on Hellsing Manor by an army of undead attackers wielding tactical weapons and machine guns. The idea of gun-wielding zombies sounded absurd even in her own head, yet here they were, relentlessly firing rounds down the hallway.
'When the hell did zombies start shooting back?' Rose thought bitterly, ducking again as more bullets tore into the furniture she sheltered behind.
Moments earlier, she had split off from Seras and Tonks, each of them racing off separately to reinforce the Manor's soldiers at strategic points around the estate. Rose had volunteered to support this smaller contingent of men, who had been pinned down near one of the main drawing rooms. It was supposed to be a simple reinforcement effort—but now she was questioning her sanity for jumping straight into the thick of things on her own!
She thought she had been ready, but this was far more dangerous than anything she'd ever been up against! And she spent years at the most unsafe school in the whole world!
To make matters worse, Seras had grimly confirmed over the radio that she'd smelled multiple vampires, at least five or six of them. They were probably the ones controlling the undead horde currently battering their defenses.
"Bloody perfect," Rose growled to herself sarcastically.
Before she could finish complaining, she saw a grenade tumble through the open doorway, clattering across the marble floor and rolling ominously toward her position.
"Grenade!" one of the soldiers shouted frantically, eyes wide with panic.
"Got it!" Rose yelled back, already reacting. She aimed her wand swiftly at the grenade. "Depulso!"
Instantly, the grenade soared back out of the room, hurtling straight toward the shambling crowd of zombies in the corridor. Rose ducked again, barely in time, as a deafening explosion echoed from the hallway. Rotten flesh, broken bones, and torn uniforms splattered across the wall outside in a messy spray, scattering what remained of the attacking ghouls in disorganized confusion.
They had a minute to breathe now…
"Hell yeah!" one of the soldiers shouted triumphantly, looking at Rose with a grateful grin. "That's our beautiful Rose! Keep it up, love!"
A chorus of enthusiastic cheers followed his words, and Rose felt her cheeks warm slightly despite the situation. She smiled briefly back at them, encouraged by their confidence and support.
"Just keep your eyes open, boys!" she called, determined to keep morale high. "We've got this! We're getting through this in one piece!"
Her optimism was shattered instantly. Without warning, a violent blast ripped through the wall closest to the doorway, showering the soldiers in debris and smoke. Rose watched in horror as the young soldier who had just praised her vanished in an explosion of blood and gore, obliterated in a heartbeat. Pieces of brick and stone rained down around them, the deafening impact leaving Rose's ears ringing painfully.
"Fuck!" Rose screamed hoarsely, coughing hard through the choking cloud of dust and smoke. She could barely see, barely breathe. Frantic soldiers scrambled for new cover, screaming orders and firing their weapons blindly into the damaged hallway.
Through her ringing ears, Rose heard cold, eerie laughter echo down the hall—a sound unmistakably vampire. Her stomach clenched painfully with dread as she tightened her trembling fingers around her wand again.
"Get ready!" she shouted desperately, rallying what remained of the soldiers. "They're coming!"
– Jan Valentine –
"Hahahaha! Fucking die, you pathetic fucks!" Jan Valentine cackled loudly, his voice echoing through the corridor as he squeezed the trigger of his Uzi. A satisfying hail of bullets slammed violently into the fleeing Hellsing soldiers, shredding flesh, splattering blood across the walls, and dropping them one after another.
Jan watched in delighted amusement as the soldiers fell, their limp bodies crumpling lifelessly to the polished marble floor. Behind him, a mindless group of armed ghouls lumbered forward, continuing to fire mechanically into anything still twitching.
"Goddamn!" Jan laughed again, raising his weapon triumphantly. "This is too easy! What a bunch of fucking weaklings. So much for the legendary Hellsing Organization."
He reached up, adjusting the small earpiece connecting him with his brother Luke, who was somewhere else in the mansion. "Hey, Luke, you seeing this shit? These Hellsing losers ain't worth the fucking ammo."
Luke's response came in his usual cold, humorless voice. "Don't get cocky, Jan. We still haven't run into any of Hellsing's heavy hitters yet. Stay sharp."
Jan rolled his eyes dramatically, scoffing into the comm. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, bro. I'm gonna go kill some more motherfuckers."
He turned his head slightly, glancing disdainfully at the strange man standing near him—the only other guy around who wasn't an undead ghoul. Jan vaguely recalled he was supposed to be some sort of devil or demon or whatever the fuck?
Honestly, Jan didn't give a shit about who or what this weirdo was. All he knew was that Millennium, the organization responsible for giving him and Luke their incredible vampire enhancements, had partnered temporarily with these creepy winged freaks. Apparently, the pale asshole beside him was from something called the Naberius Clan or some shit like that—not that Jan cared enough to remember clearly.
The devil glanced around the battle-torn corridor, his lips curled in disgust. His voice dripped with obvious irritation. "My master was promised interesting specimens to capture from this human manor for experimentation. I have yet to see anything worthwhile. Your employers had better not have lied to us."
Jan clicked his tongue in annoyance, glaring at the arrogant prick. "Yeah? Well maybe you should keep your eyes open, asshole. Plenty of meat around here for you to cut up if you pay attention."
The devil scowled, turning towards Jan with a haughty sneer. "I am paying attention, and—"
His voice abruptly ended as a loud gunshot cracked from above. The devil's head burst instantly into bloody chunks of bone and brain matter, spraying all over Jan's coat and the nearby wall. Jan staggered backward in surprise, cursing and wiping furiously at the gore now coating his clothes.
"What the fuck!?" he snarled furiously, spinning to face the staircase, Uzi already raised and ready.
At the top of the stairs stood a woman he'd never seen before—a stunningly hot woman, clad entirely in tight black leather that clung to her curves like a second skin. In each hand, she gripped large, intimidating pistols, one of them still smoking from the shot she'd fired. Her eyes were icy and calm, evaluating him with open disdain.
Jan's gaze immediately fixated on her large, perfectly shaped breasts, emphasized by her sleek, form-fitting outfit. He licked his lips slowly, openly leering. Maybe he'd get the chance to have a bit of fun with her before he ripped her apart.
"Well, who the fuck are you, bitch?" Jan sneered, cocking his head mockingly. "Name's Jan Valentine, and you just killed my—uh, partner, I guess? Not that I give a shit about him, but you just fucked up big-time, hot stuff."
The woman rolled her eyes dismissively, stepping slowly down the staircase with a graceful confidence that somehow managed to irritate him even further. "Of course," she sighed coldly, voice dripping with boredom, "I'm stuck dealing with some immature baby vampire who doesn't even understand basic manners."
Anger flared immediately in Jan's chest, and his fangs lengthened as he growled at the insult. "Who the fuck you calling a baby vampire, you dumb slut?"
She merely raised a slender eyebrow, looking utterly unimpressed. Then, in one smooth movement, she lifted both pistols, aiming them straight at him with practiced ease. Jan instinctively raised his Uzi in response, teeth bared as fury surged through him.
"My name is Selene," she stated evenly, voice cold and dispassionate as her pale blue eyes locked onto his. "And I've been exterminating pathetic upstarts like you for over six centuries now. Do at least try to make this fight entertaining for me."
They both opened fire simultaneously, the hallway exploding into chaos once more as bullets flew, and the two vampires lunged into battle.
– Rose –
Rose Potter blinked hard, angry tears stinging her eyes as she desperately hurled deadly spells at the vampire taunting her from across the room. Her chest heaved painfully with exhaustion and grief. Every soldier she'd tried so hard to protect lay dead around her, their lifeless bodies sprawled in blood across the ruined room.
And still, the vampire danced easily out of reach, laughing with cruel, delighted amusement as she dodged every spell Rose cast. She moved unnaturally fast, leaping effortlessly between the floor, walls, and ceiling. Her eyes gleamed maniacally beneath wild, tangled hair, lips twisted into a deranged grin as she brandished a wickedly sharp sword.
"Is that really all you've got, witch?" the vampire mocked viciously, landing gracefully in front of Rose and swinging her sword lazily, effortlessly deflecting another desperate curse. "These humans counted on you—and you watched them die, one by one! Great job there!" she cackled.
Rose ground her teeth in fury, her wand trembling as she fought back tears. "Shut up!" she shouted angrily, voice raw with emotion. "I swear I'll fucking kill you for what you've done to them!"
The vampire merely laughed harder, eyes glinting with malicious delight as she sprang away again, evading Rose's desperate bombardment of curses. Rose felt dread settle heavily into her stomach. The vampire was just too fast, far beyond her own combat experience. It felt like the monster was toying with her, savoring every moment before delivering the killing blow.
Summoning all her remaining strength, Rose raised her wand and aimed it directly at the laughing vampire's chest. "Bombarda!" she shouted, her voice cracking painfully.
The vampire effortlessly dodged aside once more, twisting impossibly in mid-air, her blade flashing out in a blur as she lunged straight towards Rose. Rose gasped sharply, her eyes widening in horror as the sword slashed close enough to cut a burning line across her cheek.
She stumbled backward in panic, tripping over debris and hitting the ground hard. Her wand slipped from her fingers, clattering away out of reach across the broken marble floor. Heart pounding frantically, Rose tried scrambling backward.
The vampire advanced calmly toward her, smirking with victorious satisfaction. "You tried your very best, you pathetic little witch," the vampire sneered coldly, raising her sword slowly. "But playtime's over. I think I'll take your pretty little head now—and feast on your blood!"
Rose froze in terror, staring helplessly up at the cruel smile twisted across the vampire's face. Her mind screamed at her to move, to run, to do something—but her limbs refused to obey, paralyzed by fear and exhaustion.
Just as the vampire began to swing her sword downward, a thunderous BOOM echoed deafeningly through the room. Rose flinched hard, squeezing her eyes shut instinctively as something exploded violently against the far wall, showering both her and the vampire with shattered brick and plaster dust.
Rose opened her eyes cautiously, heart leaping with desperate hope as she saw the vampire stagger back, snarling in surprise and anger as she narrowly avoided being torn apart by the massive projectile that had just smashed through the wall.
A moment later, the doorway burst inward, revealing Seras Victoria standing there, her huge anti-tank rifle raised and leveled directly at the enemy vampire. Seras's crimson eyes blazed with cold fury, fangs bared as she took in the devastation, and her voice came out in a fierce, protective growl. "You picked the wrong fucking place to attack, you bitch!"
– Valerie –
I turned slightly, admiring myself in the dressing room mirror. The red lingerie Narcissa had picked out for me was incredibly skimpy—but damn, did I love it. The delicate red lace felt incredibly soft against my skin, cupping my breasts perfectly and pushing them up just enough to make them look irresistible.
Not that it left much to the imagination. The sheer fabric was transparent, clearly revealing my perky, pink nipples. Narcissa certainly didn't seem to mind the view. She stood by the changing room door, eyes roaming hungrily over my body, drinking me in with obvious appreciation. The intensity in her gaze sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
Her gaze dipped lower, taking in the matching red thong. It barely qualified as underwear, completely exposing my ass from behind and providing only a teasing, see-through scrap of lace in the front. Narcissa stared openly at the space between my thighs, her chest rising and falling faster as her breathing grew heavier.
Watching Narcissa panting with desire definitely had an effect on me too. Heat started pooling between my legs, and I had to clench my thighs slightly to ease the ache slowly building there. Fuck, we definitely weren't going to last much longer before giving in to our desires again.
I grinned mischievously, cupping my breasts gently for Narcissa's benefit and slowly trailing my fingertips around my nipples to tease her further. "So, do you like what you see?" I purred seductively, arching my back a little to emphasize my curves.
Narcissa swallowed hard, her eyes darkening with desire as she nodded emphatically. "Oh yes, Mistress," she whispered breathlessly. "We're absolutely buying those. You're definitely wearing them later for me."
I giggled playfully at the lustful determination in her voice, already eagerly reaching behind my back to unclasp the bra. "Kyaaa!" I squeaked in mock embarrassment, slowly peeling off the skimpy red lingerie.
Narcissa's gaze followed every movement hungrily, and she made no attempt to look away as I stripped completely naked in front of her again. I casually tossed the red lace set into our rapidly growing pile of purchases.
Naked again, I turned back to the pile Narcissa had selected for me. "Let's try the black set next, hmm?" I said teasingly, bending slightly to pick it up and making sure to give Narcissa a good view of my ass as I did.
But just as my fingers brushed against the lacy black lingerie, I froze. Something felt…wrong. My sensitive ears twitched, listening carefully to the dressing room and the shop beyond.
It was suddenly too quiet. Unnaturally quiet.
I tilted my head, straining my enhanced senses further. The dressing rooms weren't soundproof—I should've clearly heard the steady rhythm of heartbeats from other customers, the distant chatter of shop assistants, or even faint footsteps somewhere in the store.
Instead, I heard absolutely nothing.
A tense, unsettling silence blanketed the boutique. My instincts kicked sharply into overdrive, telling me we were about to be under attack.
"Narcissa," I said sharply, voice tense and alert as I quickly grabbed my discarded clothing from the bench. "Get ready. We've got trouble."
I quickly pulled my tight black pants up over my hips, fastening them securely around my waist. Next, I tugged my plain black T-shirt over my head, adjusting it rapidly to sit comfortably against my body. I didn't bother with a bra—there was no time for that right now.
Reaching for the red leather jacket I'd casually tossed aside earlier, I swiftly pulled it on, letting it settle easily onto my shoulders. I crouched down, slipping my feet hurriedly into my well-worn combat boots and quickly tying the laces tight. My heart raced as I prepared myself mentally and physically for whatever threat awaited us.
Straightening up, I slipped my hand into the hidden holster beneath my jacket, feeling the reassuring grip of my enchanted revolver as I drew it carefully into my palm. Narcissa was already right behind me, her expression tense and wary, wand clenched tightly in her delicate fingers as she watched me expectantly.
I moved silently to the dressing room door, holding up my free hand to signal Narcissa to wait quietly behind me. She nodded once, her blue eyes steely with determination, and I peeked carefully around the corner, scanning the boutique.
Immediately, a familiar scent tickled my nose—the unmistakable aroma of a devil. But this didn't smell like one of the friendly devils I'd met before. This wasn't Sairaorg or Kuisha, Sylvana, or even Grayfia. No, this scent carried a cruel, malicious edge to it, setting my instincts screaming warnings in my head.
My eyes landed on the figure standing casually in the center of the lingerie shop. A pale-skinned man wearing a dirty white lab coat stood amidst the displays, calmly looking around with an expression of bored indifference. My heart sank as I glanced downward, confirming my suspicions. The women who had been happily shopping here just minutes ago now lay lifeless on the floor, their eyes staring blankly toward the ceiling.
I gritted my teeth furiously, anger surging through my veins.
The devil suddenly turned in our direction, his dull eyes lighting up eagerly as his gaze settled on me. A slow, excited grin spread across his face.
"Oh, there you are!" he called brightly, voice dripping with twisted excitement. "They promised I'd find an interesting test subject here, but honestly, I wasn't expecting such a perfect specimen! A dhampir, and with a Sacred Gear, no less. Lord Naberius will be absolutely thrilled!"
I stiffened sharply, eyes widening in shock at his words. "How the hell do you know about my Sacred Gear?" I demanded tightly, aiming my revolver straight at his smug face. My grip tightened angrily around the gun.
He chuckled softly, sounding amused by my confusion. "We members of the Naberius Clan are the greatest scientific minds in the Underworld, dear girl! Even when those foolish angels and their pathetic allies tried to alter their systems to conceal Sacred Gear wielders, they couldn't hide you from us." His lips twisted into a sadistic smile. "One of my absolute favorite pastimes is dissecting live Sacred Gear users to discover exactly how you tick. Oh yes…you'll be coming along nicely with me."
Anger and revulsion churned violently in my stomach, my finger tightening instinctively on the trigger. But before I could respond, Narcissa hissed furiously from behind me, rage evident in her voice.
"The fuck she will!" Narcissa spat venomously, stepping swiftly forward and raising her wand in a fluid motion. Magic pulsed dangerously at its tip as she aimed directly at the arrogant devil's chest. "Avada Kedavra!"
Before Narcissa's killing curse could reach him, the devil calmly snapped his fingers with a bored look on his face.
Instantly, a glowing magic circle appeared at his side, burning brightly with sinister energy. Something large surged forward from within it, manifesting directly into the curse's path.
My eyes widened in shock at the monstrosity that appeared.
It was a chimera of some kind. It had clearly been pieced together by a sick mind, stitched from multiple devils and other beasts. Its mismatched limbs and flesh twisted grotesquely, snarling faces and gaping mouths forming at unnatural angles along its body.
Narcissa's curse crashed directly into the monstrous chimera, exploding violently upon impact. The force of the blast tore away chunks of flesh and muscle, sending dark, rotten blood splattering across the boutique's polished floors.
But the beast barely flinched. It staggered slightly, letting out an angry, pained roar—but it didn't go down. Of course, I should've expected this. The killing curse might be an unstoppable instant-death spell against ordinary humans, animals, or weaker magic users, but it had limitations. Stronger supernatural creatures could resist it—especially one as clearly powerful as this Frankenstein nightmare the devil had conjured.
"Fuck," Narcissa hissed sharply, quickly backing up a step and gripping her wand tighter.
I raised my enchanted revolver, aiming carefully at the patchwork abomination before it could regain its balance.
From the lingering scent, it was clear this chimera was stitched together from stray devils—exactly the sort of target my holy bullets were perfect against. Aiming steadily, I pulled the trigger repeatedly. Brilliant bursts of holy-infused ammunition streaked through the air, slamming mercilessly into the beast's twisted flesh.
The chimera shrieked in agony, its unnatural cries echoing loudly within the confines of the boutique. Dark blood poured from the bullet wounds, and the creature staggered violently under the rapid onslaught. Within seconds, it collapsed to the floor in a convulsing heap, barely alive and twitching uselessly.
I turned my glare back toward the smirking devil scientist. "A single monster is nothing," I spat furiously, raising my revolver again and taking direct aim at his heart. "It won't stop me from killing you."
Instead of showing any fear, the bastard merely chuckled darkly, meeting my eyes with an arrogant smirk. "Oh, good," he said casually, utterly unconcerned. "I was hoping you'd say something dramatic like that. Luckily for me, I brought more than one."
He snapped his fingers sharply once more.
My breath caught in my throat as a dozen more glowing magic circles flared brightly to life across the boutique floor, surrounding him protectively. From within each circle emerged more grotesque chimeras—each horrifyingly unique, twisted, snarling, and filled with hateful, violent energy.
"Fuck," I muttered angrily.
– Alucard –
Alucard grinned broadly, thumbs rapidly mashing buttons on the controller as he delivered a merciless beatdown to some pathetic squeaker online.
"Get rekt, you scrubby little shit!" he shouted gleefully into the headset, savoring the whining curses and rage flooding back at him through the earpiece.
"You're so cool, master!"
Bellatrix leaned comfortably against his side on the plush sofa, draped across him in a distractingly skimpy piece of lingerie. It barely covered anything, leaving her delicious curves openly displayed for his enjoyment. Her breasts pressed enticingly into his side, nearly spilling out of the lacy black bra she wore, while her long fingers stroked slowly over the rapidly hardening bulge in his pants.
It was a delightful mix of pleasures—humiliating fools online and feeling Bella's eager hands teasing him closer and closer to madness. Alucard chuckled low, shaking his head slightly. Could his undead life really get any better than this?
Well, perhaps it could. Maybe if he managed to convince Selene and Integra to join Bellatrix for an evening like this one. A wicked grin curled his lips at the thought, imagining the possibilities.
"Bella," Alucard began smoothly, about to tell her exactly how he wanted her to continue when—
BOOM!
The room suddenly shook violently, furniture trembling from the explosive force somewhere above them. Immediately, the television screen flashed in front of Alucard, displaying an irritating message:
Connection Lost.
He stared at the glowing words in disbelief and fury. His nearly guaranteed victory had been stolen at the last second—snatched away by some unknown jackass who dared disrupt the manor's internet connection!
Alucard's crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, and a low, threatening hiss of frustration escaped him. Bellatrix pulled away slightly, looking confused and annoyed by the interruption.
"Whoever is responsible for this travesty," Alucard growled through gritted teeth, his voice dropping into a dark, menacing rumble, "is about to feel my unholy fucking wrath!"
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